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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/28759371">Something New</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Laeviss/pseuds/Laeviss'>Laeviss</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Wranduin Kink Time [1]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Warcraft - All Media Types, World of Warcraft, World of Warcraft - Various Authors</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Anal, Cis Anduin, Disabled Anduin Wrynn, First Time, Kink Meme, M/M, Massage, The Holy Light Used As Lube Don't @ Me, Trans Male Character, Trans Wrathion, Vaginal Fingering</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2021-01-14</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2021-01-14</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-13 04:47:06</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Explicit</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,158</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/28759371</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Laeviss/pseuds/Laeviss</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>The king's advisor makes an impromptu visit to the Keep that becomes a great opportunity for the two lovers to try something new. Written for the Kink Meme prompt "First Time!"</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Wrathion/Anduin Wrynn</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Wranduin Kink Time [1]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/2108499</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>14</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>45</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Something New</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>So it turns out today is the one year anniversary of the reunion cinematic, so, uh! Here's Anduin putting his hand to better use. Happy Wranduin Day!</p>
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    <p>The flight from Silithus to Stormwind is...taxing, to say the least, but Anduin always finds a way to make it worth Wrathion’s while. With his head resting against the pile of blue silk pillows at the top of the royal bed, and his curls tumbling down the sides of his face, he settles, savoring the warmth of the human’s soft hands gliding up his sides. </p><p>Anduin murmurs a prayer, and a tingling Light swells under the pads of his thumbs. He guides them up Wrathion’s spine, working loose a clenched muscle beneath his right shoulder blade. The dragon nods. The king splays his palm against his skin and radiates tendrils of energy down through the tight fascial nerves. </p><p>After a moment, and a few deep breaths, Wrathion lifts his elbows onto the pillows and rests his forehead against the back of his hands. The king’s deft fingers continue up the nape of his neck, sweeping his thick hair to the side and pressing down on the tendons leading to his skull.</p><p>They pinch, then slacken, and relief spreads down the dragon’s bent arms. The mattress squeaks when Anduin shifts and leans down to whisper in his ear, “You can use the portals, you know. Nobody is going to stop you.”</p><p>“I suppose you are right,” Wrathion concedes with a faint chuckle lost to the sheets. “But then they will know where to find me, and the odds of being interrupted go up significantly.”</p><p>“Anyone between here and Kalimdor knows where to find you, Wrathion. Trust me, you’re kind of hard to miss.”</p><p>“Is that so?” The dragon rolls to the side, shaking himself from the king’s touch. A sly grin spreads across his face as he props his head up on his elbow. </p><p>“Is it because I’m a dragon, or is it my handsome face that has your whole kingdom talking?”</p><p>Their eyes meet. Anduin quirks a brow, and returns the smile with one of his own. “Probably that shit-eating grin of yours,” he points out, with a faint quiver of amusement.</p><p>The dragon can’t help but chuckle at the brightness of Anduin’s cheeks and the way his gaze dart to the side when Wrathion’s lips spread impossibly wide. “My dear king, I’m shocked. What would your people say if they heard that <i>language</i>?”</p><p>Anduin’s blush darkens, but his laughter grows louder. He rests a hand against Wrathion’s side. “Probably something like, ‘Oh, that dragon’s finally given it to him,’” he elevates his Common to the posh accent Wrathion knows the older nobles favor. “‘The throne’s disgraced, the very seat of the dynasty’s power—’”</p><p>“Oh dear, imagine thinking I’ve <i>finally</i> given it to you. How utterly foolish—!”</p><p>A small throw pillow bops the side of Wrathion’s face. His red eyes widen in mock horror, and he rolls to the side, pulling the arm supporting him into an awkward angle. Pain shoots to his shoulder, rekindling the ache at the base of his neck and sparking a new one in the small of his back. </p><p>His brows furrow into a wince. Anduin’s expression softens, and he tightens his grip on Wrathion’s waist, nudging him on to his stomach. “Come on, I’m not finished with you. I need you to roll back over.” </p><p>Wrathion complies with little protest. Resting his face in the pillows, he inhales the clean scent of linens and the slight tang of frankincense transferred off the king’s clothing, he guesses, after a recent visit to the Cathedral. </p><p>The king’s fingers move up his torso, rubbing below the tufts of hair under his arms, working down his ribs to his waist. The thick keloid scars striping his sides slide under the king’s cupped palms, until they come to a point above his hips and disappear where his lower abdomen presses to the bed.</p><p>His back arches. Anduin’s fingers dig into points at the base of his spine and knead; the Light’s warmth dulls any tinge of pain the change in pressure caused. He circles, and the slope in Wrathion’s back starts to even. </p><p>With a satisfied hum, the king moves his hands to the top of Wrathion’s silk sleeping pants, and he announces, with a gentle firmness to his voice, “I am going to have to remove these.”</p><p>“Of course,” Wrathion nods. He lifts his hips to give the king space to roll the article off his backside and down to his knees. Lifting his legs, he helps kick it off, before returning his feet to the bed with his ankles turned outward.</p><p>A rush of cool air prickles the hairs up the backs of his thighs, but his shiver dies when the king crawls between them and rests his hands on his bare skin. His hands move to the hem of his undershorts, before sweeping down to his calves. On the second pass, they move up his cheeks, to the point where his tail should be jutting out from his spine. </p><p>Even through his shorts, the roll of his knuckles feels heavenly. Wrathion can’t help but think how much warmer and <i>better</i> that pressure would be without the silk rumbling between them.</p><p>Lifting his head, he glances back, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. “You can remove those, as well, my dear. After all, it’s nothing you haven’t seen.”</p><p>“Ah—I just thought—” Anduin answers, before catching himself and snapping closed his mouth. He nods, his bangs swaying forward and an unmistakable redness climbing to the tips of his ears. “Yes, okay!” He exclaims after a pause. </p><p>Leaning back and bending Wrathion’s legs, Anduin slips his fingers under his waistband. The dragon shimmies, and Anduin frees him of the offending garment, leaving him fully exposed to the midwinter chill in the air, as well as to the king’s keen gaze. </p><p>Despite all his efforts to the contrary, Wrathion can’t stave off the heat that climbs up the nape of his neck. He isn’t accustomed to presenting himself so fully to his lover’s eyes, and with his chest pressed against the mattress, a certain vulnerability starts to sink in. Anduin’s weight against his backside, the way the mattress groans beneath him, the gentle pressure of his hands resting against his hips.</p><p>It conjures flashes of dreams the dragon has only half entertained, and those wishes that have compelled his hand to slip beneath his waistband and rub away the lonely hours before dawn in his empty tent out in Silithus...</p><p>Pressing deeper into the pile of pillows and tucking his hands up under them, he waits for Anduin’s fingers to move. When they do, his thighs clench, and a hiss slips from his tongue. </p><p>Anduin pauses. Wrathion tilts his chin and murmurs, with his nose pressed against the cheeks. “It seems my body has decided your attention is needed elsewhere.”</p><p>A high giggle escapes the king, followed by a quiver against the insides of Wrathion’s thighs. “Oh yeah?” He murmurs, resting one hand gently against the swell of the dragon’s ass. “Is that so?”</p><p>“Ah, yes,” he admits with a nod. “The massage was nice, of course, but I—”</p><p>A soft hand slips between his lips and rubs slowly, almost absentmindedly, to the underside of his clit. He freezes, and bites down on the tip of his tongue. The words he has been speaking threaten to yield to an undignified moan. </p><p>Anduin’s thumb strokes up the swollen nub, nudging back his hood, before sweeping down to tease at his base. </p><p>Toes curling against the mattress, he shudders, pressing his mouth firmly against the silken pillow wedged beneath him.</p><p>“You know.” The king laughs, somewhat breathless. “If you wanted this, you could have just said so. You didn’t need to ask for a massage.”</p><p>“But I did—” the dragon insists. His voice falters when the king slides down to toy with his wet inner lips. He swallows and draws back his aching shoulders. “—I didn’t intend for it to go this way, I assure you.”</p><p>“Uh huh,” Anduin chuckles, suddenly more composed. </p><p>“It’s <i>true.</i> Were our roles reversed, you would have ended up in exactly the same compromised—ah—!” A quiver passes down the dragon’s legs, his clit twitching into Anduin’s gentle touch. Sinking sharp teeth into his lower lip, he forces air through his nose. When he exhales, curls of smoke rise to the air around him. </p><p>Anduin murmurs something he can’t make out, then rubs back up his slit, parting it and ghosting a single finger down to his hole. After dipping it in, he makes another pass up to his clit, smearing his juices over its sensitive head.</p><p>The dragon digs his nails into the bedding, propping himself up on his elbows and bowing forward. Another smoky groan escapes him. “You can press harder, you know, my dear. I won’t break.” The tip of his clit throbs, aching for contact every time Anduin abandons it.</p><p>“Oh, I’m aware,” the king replies. Wrathion can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m also aware of your legendary impatience.”</p><p>“Not impatience. I simply know what I want, and I get—oh—”</p><p>Despite his tease, the king gives in, thumbing his clit from base to tip. When his finger returns to his opening, it sinks in to the knuckle, curling, withdrawing, thrusting back in with more resolve than before. </p><p>A throaty groan escapes the dragon. He squeezes closed his eyes, twisting up the sheets in his claw-like fingers. The next time Anduin enters, he clenches and rolls his hips to meet him. The change in position spreads his legs wider, leaving him fully exposed to the human’s gaze.</p><p>When Anduin shifts, a puff of warm air brushes against his backside, and his fantasies from the desert return. He has entered Anduin there with toys many times, but he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to…</p><p>“Higher,” is all he can manage to blurt out by way of instruction. Anduin stops with his finger halfway inside, clenching inward, at a loss for what <i>higher</i> might mean. His thumb returns to his clit, and when Wrathion’s lower body jolts he almost forgets himself and rubs on it with abandon. </p><p>But he has strayed too far into wondering, and once his curiosity is piqued, he rarely stops before seeing it through to the end. Lifting his face from the pillows, he stares at them with furrowed brows, and explains, as firmly and clearly as possible given the circumstances. </p><p>“What I mean to say is I would like you to enter me elsewhere, if you would like. You always seem to enjoy it. I must admit it has made me curious.”</p><p>“Oh!” Anduin answers a bit too loudly. Though Wrathion doesn’t glance back, he can feel the heat of his blush. His finger slides out, leaving a trail of wetness along his thigh that makes his skin prickle from the chill. </p><p>The king swallows. His other hand rests gently against the curve of Wrathion’s cheek, and he squeezes, ever-so-slightly. The blush that spread across Wrathion’s face while he struggled to explain himself grows even darker. </p><p>“Oh, um, yes, we can do that,” Anduin goes on after a pause. “If you’re sure.”</p><p>“I am very sure, my dear. Please...I’m growing impatient.”</p><p>“Well, you’re going to have to be impatient a few moments longer if you want to do this. Though, there’s a vial in the end table that should make it easier…”</p><p>Wrathion doesn’t need to be told, having reached for the item for Anduin’s benefit many times before. With as little movement as possible, he angles his body in the nightstand’s direction and reaches for the knob. After pulling open the drawer, his hand plunges inside, closing around a glass container with a circular lid. </p><p>Clutching it, he stretches back his arm, leaving the drawer hanging open. The king accepts the item, then scoots back to kneel between his knees. </p><p>One hand rests against his thigh while the other pops open the vial. Cool oil dribbles between Wrathion’s cheeks, and then the finger, the same one that entered him moments before, catches the drop and smears it slowly across his opening. </p><p>Before he can catch himself, he clenches in, and Anduin withdraws his finger. With a huff, Wrathion sweeps his curls over his shoulder and glances back, trying his best to ignore the heat that has risen to the tips of his ears. “Why did you stop?”</p><p>“You need to relax.”</p><p>“I <i>am</i> relaxed,” the dragon lies, breaking eye contact to study a spot on the bedpost behind the king.</p><p>“You aren’t.” Anduin sighs, giving his upper thigh another gentle squeeze. “Look, we can do this, Wrathion, but I’m going to need you to trust me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”</p><p>“I am quite sure I can handle anything, my dear.”</p><p>“I’m sure you can,” the king says, removing his dry hand from Wrathion to readjust his sleeping pants. When he finishes loosening the blue ties, he reaches up and tucks back a stray strand of blond bangs. His face glows brightly, his blue eyes sparkling as they catch the light of the oil lamp’s flame flickering in the corner. </p><p>“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shy smile. “I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I always do. Now, please, close your eyes and focus on your breath. Push out slightly. It always helps when you, ah…”</p><p>Wrathion doesn’t make him finish, nodding, and resting his forehead more evenly against the pillow. “All right. I understand, my dear. Please, continue.”</p><p>“Okay. Thank you, Wrathion. I will.” After loosening the collar of his white sleeping tunic and shifting his weight forward, the king adds a liberal amount of oil to his finger and returns to press it against his puckered opening. </p><p>The dragon’s clenching starts to relent. The finger sinks in to the first knuckle, before withdrawing so he can add more oil. Focusing on the pillow in front of him, Wrathion knits his brows and studies the gold embroidery, the way it curls into vines around the corners, branching off into clustered leaves…</p><p>Agh. He huffs, sending another puff of smoke into the air as the finger breaches him. The intrusion tugs his thoughts from the pillow’s needlework to the utter foreignness of being entered there. It doesn’t hurt, but it is...unusual—unparalleled, even. Swallowing, he squirms forward, and Anduin pulls out.</p><p>When the king enters again, he is ready. His breathing evens, and he loosens his grip on the hem of the royal sheets. As the king curls the digit slightly inward, the pressure makes the muscles of his inner thighs tense. </p><p>The sensation spreads, and when he rocks back to meet it, he brushes the head of his clit against the duvet bunched beneath him. His nerves jolt at the renewed attention, distracting him from how deeply the king had penetrated. </p><p>It is only after the finger slides out that he misses its pressure. Turning, he tries to catch a glimpse over his shoulder, but is thwarted by the thick tumble of curls obstructing his path. He opens his mouth to complain, but a soft hand against the curve of his backside cuts him off. </p><p>It rubs his flesh, and heat builds beneath its palm: the same pleasantly tingly warmth that was used to soothe his aching muscles. It rises to the tips of the human’s fingers, and to Wrathion’s hole waiting beneath them. </p><p>This time, when the king enters, he enters without any strain. It takes a moment for Wrathion to notice the second finger, but when he curls his hand and rubs along his inner wall the change in shape and pressure is unmistakable. </p><p>His breath quickens, and his knees dig into the bed. After sliding out and thrusting back in, Anduin stretches his free fingers down to toy with his slit. It is only after he changes the angle of his wrist and brushes his hand along his outer lips that the dragon realizes just how <i>wet</i> he still is. </p><p>His juices cling to his thick black curls and leak onto Anduin’s knuckles. When the human moves, another jolt passes through him, tightening his lower abdomen. Heat pools between his legs and spreads up to his cheeks. </p><p>His toenails scratch at the bedding, and his breath falters, as the tingling warmth at the tips of Anduin’s fingers fills him, soothing and stimulating him in equal measure. He hates to feel it go, but then Anduin slides up his spine and presses a kiss to the back of his neck. </p><p>After wiping his less-wet hand on his sleeping pants, the king sweeps his hair to the side and whispers against the shell of his ear. “Okay?” </p><p>Wrathion nods. On some other occasion, under some other circumstances he might have cursed how vulnerable Anduin’s words make him feel. He might have readied a snappy comeback, or rolled out from under him with a smirk plastered on his face. </p><p>But not tonight. Not with Anduin’s chest pressing against him and the soft linen of his clothing teasing the dragon’s bare skin. He bites his lower lip, inclining his head, and holding his breath. </p><p>Anduin kisses him again, before sitting back on his heels and pulling his shirt over his head. He loosens his pants and discards them beside Wrathion’s. </p><p>When he returns, it is with skin pressed to bare skin, and with an unmistakable firmness twitching against Wrathion’s sex. He reaches down to adjust it, dragging it up through his wetness, while he uses his other hand to dribble more oil between Wrathion’s cheeks. </p><p>Scooting forward, he presses his mouth against Wrathion’s exposed shoulder and nudges the head of his cock against him. Another flicker of holy power coaxes the dragon’s nerves, and he enters, sinking in about an inch before stopping with his gaze fixed on the back of Wrathion’s head. </p><p>Removing his hand from the bed, Wrathion reaches back, and gives Anduin’s forearm a gentle pat. For once, he is at a total loss for words. He can only exhale, lick his lips, and bow forward.</p><p>But the priest seems to understand, for he runs his fingers along the scar on his side and rolls down. His cock presses a few inches deeper, and the hand that clutched its base moves to rest on top of Wrathion’s arm. </p><p>A cry falls from Anduin’s lips. His grip tightens, and he bows forward. His erratic breath tickles Wrathion’s skin. The dragon knows from the way he clenches and curls his fingers that he is using every ounce of his strength to keep his hips from thrusting.</p><p>That alone takes his mind off the largeness of the intrusion. He chuckles—a hushed, choked sound—and slides his hands up under the pillow. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. “Enjoying yourself?” he teases. The hitch in his own breath betrays him.</p><p>Anduin nods, his bangs brushing the dragon’s back. “—Yes,” he admits, after another half-restrained sigh. “Wrathion, you feel—”</p><p>“Amazing, of course.”</p><p>“...really hot.”</p><p>“But of course, my dear. I am a dragon, after all. Ah—”</p><p>Anduin shifts. The subtle change in angle makes Wrathion gasp. His eyes squeeze closed. An ache builds beneath his clit. Anduin rolls back to thrust— shallow and unsteady at first, but firmer and with greater confidence after a few clumsy tries. </p><p>He trails kisses up the dragon’s spine, and slips his arms between his chest and the mattress. </p><p>Fully surrounded, there isn’t much Wrathion can do but relax and let his human lover take the lead. Fighting back another blush, he murmurs into the pillow. </p><p>“My dear king…”</p><p>“Hm?” Anduin whispers, pausing with his hips poised against the dragon’s backside. </p><p>“You can go faster, you realize,” Wrathion mutters after a pause. In truth, he isn’t sure if he should or not, but it feels like the right thing to say.</p><p>Anduin chuckles, nuzzling his curls with the tip of his nose. “Always so impatient.”</p><p>“Always too careful.”</p><p>“All right,” Anduin sighs, muffling the highness of the sound by pressing his mouth to Wrathion’s shoulder. “But tell me if it’s too much.”</p><p>“Oh, of course,” Wrathion drawls. The sound catches in his throat as the human thrusts forward and nudges back his hips, forcing his knees down and his thighs flush against the king’s. </p><p>This time, when Anduin rocks, he presses firmly on his inner wall, and something clenches between Wrathion’s legs and makes his clit twitch. It tightens with every pass of the cock inside of him, reaching into his lower abdomen, making his legs tremble and his nerves shake. </p><p>Anduin’s hands slide down his sides to grasp his hips; the king finds a rhythm with his movements: a far cry from the awkwardly angled rocks with which he started. The mattress squeaks. Anduin’s breath quickens, and Wrathion curls his toes into the sheets to keep his knees from splaying too far outward. </p><p>Heat and wetness build between his folds. The soft skin of Anduin’s sac brushing against them makes him desperate for more. Working his own hand under his hips, he finds his clit and parts his fingers around it, stroking it, dragging the hood up and over its swollen peak. </p><p>His body quakes, and his back arches. When Anduin thrusts again, it is deeper and harder than before. Furiously working his palm over his sex, the dragon finds a rhythm of his own, in time with the king’s but more confident and driven towards his goal. </p><p>With every rub and probe of the cock inside him, the clenching inside him tightens its grip. He rolls forward and thumbs at the underside of his clit, and his lower body jolts, sucking in before suddenly unfurling. </p><p>His hands fly to the pillow in front of him, and he tugs it to his chest, muffling his whimpers against its embroidered surface, biting down on its golden piping as Anduin quickens his thrusts and slumps down to press sloppy kisses to the sensitive nape of his neck. </p><p>The human squares their hips and rocks a few more times before his cock twitches inside him. His half-gasped out warning melts into a cry that leaves a wet trail on Wrathion’s skin. His teeth graze his shoulder, and his tongue presses down between them. His shaky exhales slip into softer sighs, and then rise to a moan, as he eases himself out of Wrathion and sits on the bed beside his waist. </p><p>The king’s cum leaks down the inside of Wrathion’s thigh and drips on to the bed beneath him. Heaving a sigh, he lets his weight slump between the pillows. When he finally glances back, it is because a flicker of Light has caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. </p><p>Anduin has pulled up his knee and is pressing his palms against its sides. Golden light streams between his fingers, and wraps his skin in an ethereal glow. His eyes shine, and his chest rises and falls with every labored breath.</p><p>“Anduin,” Wrathion rolls onto his side, wincing as the wetness between his cheeks grows. At least he doesn’t feel so exposed with his legs stacked atop each other. </p><p>He reaches for Anduin’s unhindered leg and grins, trailing his pointed nails up to his hip. A shy smile claims the human’s flushed face, and as the gold light in his eyes fades to a matte blue, he reaches down and scoops the dragon’s hand into his palm.</p><p>“Did you enjoy that?” He asks, with no hint of teasing in his voice. </p><p>“I can certainly see why you like it,” Wrathion nods, giving his lover a squeeze. “And you?”</p><p>“Um, yes, very much so,” the king’s cheeks brighten. He removes his other hand from his knee and rests it over his softening cock. He glances at the rumpled pillows framing Wrathion’s head. “It was, ah…”</p><p>“I am glad,” Wrathion cuts him off, sparing them both any further embarrassment. “Now, if you’d please, I would prefer to get under these covers. I’m not sure how you humans stand this cold. I am growing—”</p><p>“Rather impatient,” Anduin mimics his drawl. “Of course.” With another shy smile, the king turns and peels back the blue silk duvet. Wrathion brushes their pants off the bed and returns the glass vial to the open nightstand. After feeling around for a moment, he plucks out a soft blue towel and uses it to stay the trickle of the king’s release that has rolled down the back of his thigh. </p><p>Tossing it on the floor with their clothes, he crawls under the blanket, into Anduin’s arms. He tucks his chin against the king’s shoulder and lets out the soft moan he has tried so hard to keep in. The human’s arms snake around his waist, and they settle, Wrathion listening to the drumming of Anduin’s heart and Anduin lightly stroking the dragon’s damp hair.</p>
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